As you can see, two of the top five involve sex, with infidelity finally jumping ahead of financial stress after many years of holding the top trouble spot. Sex, it seems, occupies an immensely important role in the success of couples, despite the fact that, according to the Kinsey Institute, the average number of times per week that sexual intercourse takes place is less than twice and that figure drops as couples age (as an aside, married couples tend to have more sex than single individuals who date). Is it possible we simply put too much importance on having a hot sex life when in fact a merely tepid one will be just as rewarding?

Leg cramps, problems catching your breath, overall fatigue, dehydration – all of these things can happen during sex. On top of these issues, you might suddenly in the midst of passion, think of all of your woobly bits – the parts of your body you dislike. Maybe, to make matters even worse, you realize the position you are in and your partner’s perspective of your body. “Ugh!” you sigh.

Sex can be physically tiring, just like any other physical activity, particularly if it’s sustained for a long duration. With the spring around the corner, and people’s thoughts turn to love (and lust), now is a good time to think about exercise. The link between physical fitness and sex is an interesting one, and one that should not be underestimated.

Getting enough sleep, eating right and reducing stress are all important for having a satisfying sex life, but they are also really obvious and talked about elsewhere at length. What is less discussed is the importance of getting exercise before you end up in bed with your special someone.

Exercise that is performed over a sustained time leads to a so-called “runner’s high,” caused by the release of endorphins. These endorphins are stimulating, and as well as causing us to feel great, they stimulate the release of sex hormones. The added bonus is that exercise causes us to feel better. It elevates our mood and creates a feeling of calmness (albeit after we have had a chance to cool off and relax). The lowering of heart rate, improved digestion, lowered blood pressure and lowered stress hormone levels combine with the feelings of well being caused by the endorphins. Add to that an increase of another hormone, oxytocin, and the result is a relaxed, content, person.

For women, the link between exercise and sex has been explored by Cindy Meston and her colleagues. Their results indicate that working out – albeit vigorously – primes women’s bodies for sexual activity. It is not simply that exercise increases genital blood flow or makes women sexually aroused. Instead, there seems to be something, as of yet unidentified, that prepares women’s bodies. After working out, she found that women’s bodies respond faster and more intensely to sexual content (such as an erotic film). Her findings are exciting because they counter the long held belief that relaxation is necessary for a good sexual experience, and assumption that might be due to the link between anxiety and erectile problems for men. I should mention that so far these effects have been documented immediately after exercise and seem to diminish quickly- indeed, they seem to be the strongest 15 minutes after exercise and fade fast.

As for men, sexual experiences also benefit from exercise. White and colleagues (1990) had two groups of men, whose average age was 48 years, all of whom were sedentary but healthy at the start of the study. One group engaged in walking, while the other in aerobic exercise. The latter group reported higher levels of sexual intimacy, more satisfying orgasms, and more reliable sexual functioning. Thus, men who are physically inactive and then aerobically exercise three or four days a week, regularly, for at least an hour at a time, soon report more sex and better sex. However, all men experienced an improvement, leading the researchers to conclude that enhanced sexuality is directly correlated with their improvement in physical fitness.

Satisfying sex lives isn’t just about the nuts and bolts of biology – it also involves self image. People who exercise often have a positive self body image, which might make them simply enjoy their bodies more, too. Penhollow and Young (2004) found frequency of exercise and physical fitness enhanced attractiveness and increased energy levels. They write that those who exercise are more likely to experience a greater level of satisfaction and a positive perception of self, which may cause them to believe they are more desirable and may perform better sexually

One last thought – sex itself is a physical activity and burns calories and increases fitness. Many factors influence how many calories are spent during sex, but most reports seem to indicate about 85 for a half hour to hour session, which is about the same as bowling (see this link for calorie counts). Unlike bowling, though, sex can also increase self-esteem, cardio-vascular health, emotional intimacy, improve sleeping, and increase immunity!

We suggest you possess strong abdominal muscles and that you stretch before attempting this moderate to advanced sex position. Once interlocked, rock back and forth, being careful not to let go of your partner too suddenly.

The male and female should start seated with their legs intertwined, hers out to the side. Both partners should grab each other’s arms and rock back and forth. This position is great for intimacy!

You’re hot for him, he’s hot for you, but how will he feel three gravity-heavy decades from now? Hotter still! says this husband.

She had just emerged from the shower wearing her trademark terrycloth ensemble – one towel wrapped, if barely, around her torso, another turbaned on her head. Sacked out on the bed, I pretended to watch the Mets game, but my attention was, as always, galvanized by her body. With the play-by-play burbling, I peeked at my partner of 33 years as she bent and stretched, rubbing herself dry in the half light. I dug the come-hither of her curves, the plain beauty of this body that had been the engine of my longing from about the time I had first learned to yearn.

As I lay there, struggling to restrain myself – she’d had a long day – I considered the changed her body had gone through over our years together. In defiance of conventional wisdom, the tick-tock of time and the stress of two pregnancies have only enhanced her. Parts that were merely pert are now graceful and inviting. Though she isn’t happy with what she calls “gravitational effects,” she has, if you ask me, only gotten better with age.

And so I decided to tell her. I waited as she dressed for bed, shimmying into black panties, snapping on some pajama pants and finally slipping on a T-shirt that lingered over her head – showcasing her breasts just a beat longer than she would have if she’d had no audience. When her face popped into view, she took a sort of bow – blowing me a kiss – and scooted toward me on the bed. Maybe she hadn’t had such a long day.

“Your body is more beautiful today than the day I met you,” I said, as she cuddled with purpose next to me.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean,” she barked, bolting upright and, in a flash, out of the mood. “You are comparing my body now with my body then? Why?”

I suddenly realized that I’d stumbled down a rabbit hole, into the land where women assume that when it comes to beauty, younger is always better. More precisely, women assume that men think younger is better. It’s the ground zero of female insecurity, where too many women spend too much time. From where I sit, it looks like one scary place.

That night, we had a long discussion – well, my wife did most of the discussing – that bounced all over the place. She wouldn’t even entertain the possibility that what I had said could be true. Could a middle aged woman be beautiful? Of course, but it was scientifically impossible, she cliamed, for a woman of her age to be sexier than when she was 20 years prior. She could live with what happened to her figure, she said, but she’d be damned if she’d be pitied. When I said something deeply brilliant about how beauty “doesn’t even exist until it’s perceived,” she threw a slipper at me.

It was hard to blame her for not understanding. After all, what could she know about the form she inhabited? She was too close to it to see it clearly. Does the dancer see the dance? I, on the other hand, was the world’s leading expert on her body. I’d had a front row seat for its whole story.

Slinky, stong, and mysterious.

The first time I saw her, she was 18 years old and wearing a miniskirt that the Sisters of the Divine Compassion, from whose high school care I’d just graduated, whould have called an “occasion of sin.” It was made of buckskin, more a wide belt that a skirt really, and it barely covered her assets. My first goal that had nothing to do with baseball was to touch that skirt. No, to grab it. OK, to toss it inot the corner. At first, her body was purely and aspiration to me; it taught me how to dream.

Dateline: Arches National Park, Utah. It was the first trip for two Eastern sea boarders to the vastness of the American west. Throughout a morning hiking up trails, the seat of her shorts was my north star. I ignored the epic vistas, enjoying her geography instead, wondering if a high noon quickie in a national park was a crime and whether I cared. But by the afternoon, lust morphed into an engineer’s admiration. The backs of her legs, her hamstrings, and calves, by then rusted with red-rock dust, seemed less luscious than they did powerful. It was the first time I appreciated her plain physical strength, a strength on which I would depend for years to come, to lug groceries, to lift children, to stay up all night in the emergency room with a croup-stricken four year old so she wouldn’t miss the pediatrician when he made his rounds. I’ve felt grateful for her body. It has lightened my load.

By our wedding day, after a decade together, her style had evolved from Joni Mitchell to Katharine Hepburn, and our marriage was our own Philadelphia story. I remember two things about her body from that celebration; how her dress, blue with a black pattern and a kicky thirties cut, whispered, silky and promising around her southern hemisphere as she turned to kiss and talk with the members of our tribe; and the energy of her face. As we danced, she beamed at everybody she loved, working her most critical muscles – the ones that help her smile.

When my wife was pregnant, she was sick to her stomach virtually every day. And though my hands-on access to her body was limited by the fact that she was usually about to the throw up, she shared herself in a quiet new way, bu sitting on my lap. Before then, she hadn’t been much for cuddling, but when she was carrying the kids, she would nestle into me. I enjoyed the fullness of her shape as her breasts and belly swelled. During the actual ordeal of childbirth, I was a stand-up-by-her-head husband, avoiding to the best of my ability glimpses of actual blood and gore. I got the message nonetheless and understood the toughness at the heart of motherhood. Since then, her body, which had been a playground pre-kids, has seemed intriguing, as though it had a superhero secret to go with all the obvious bells and whistles. I knew what her body had been through and loved it the way a man loves a comrade who has taken a bullet on his behalf.

Last summer, my wife sunbathed while I went for a run down a New Jersey beach. Staying fit was my cover, but as I ran, huffing and puffing, I drank in women of every shape, every color, every age, and every taste in bathing suits. I actually thanked God for his work. When I got close to our spot on the beach, I saw a woman emerging from the surf. She tipped her had back, slicking her hair smooth with her hands, revealing her armpits and tilting her breasts upward into the setting sun, and I felt obliged to slow down to admire this stranger. It was only when she started to jog through the shallows that I recognized my wife’s unmistakable gait. I loved her body then as an object, the way a man loves anything beautiful.

It’s about character, not collagen.

Women are often critical of male lust. They resent that it’s undiscriminating, that a well-married guy can appreciate the new secretary in the office or even the third dancer from the left in the latest music video, that lust may have nothing too do with love. But when it comes to aging, that’s not bad news. We’re not subtle. We don’t even notice most of the incremental changes in you to which you’re so finely attuned. And the shape-shifting we do notice rarely throws us off our sexual game. You may think you’re less appealing because you’ve gained weight or a few wrinkles, but we don’t think that. We want you – in all shapes and sizes. Wanting is what we do best.

Sometimes I find myself giving my wife an appraising once-over, as though I’m examining a used car. She has sustained a couple of dings over the years: two small burn marks on her leg, plus a slightly bent pinkie thanks to an icy path her husband should have done a better job of clearing. And I know that as time goes by, I will have to love her body in a brand-new way. As her bones get more brittle and her balance a little less sure, I will have an ever growing obligation to watch over her body, to love it the way a curator cherishes a work of art.

I reflected on this all as she ripped into me that night for my failed attempt at flattery, and finally got fed up with listening to her. I felt as though somebody had to stand up for the body that had stood by me through it all. I gestured for silence and claimed the floor.

“My dear wife,” I began. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do think you’re beautiful because of everything I know about you. Maybe it’s because when I look at you naked, I see your courage, not just your caboose. Maybe you’re actually an old hag and you just look beautiful to me because of the 10 million laughs we’ve shared. Maybe it’s because your body carried my dazzling DNA forward into the world. Maybe it’s just because I’m addicted to your scent, your lips, your hips. but guess what: I don’t care. We don’t have to agree. I’m entitled to think what I think. If you want to swallow the cultural propaganda that judges women by the collagen in their skin and not the content of their character, feel free. go right ahead. But I’ve got no interest in it. Zero. Zip. Nada.”

Normally, my “Zero. Zip. Nada” line is gasoline on any fire. But not this time. She just sat there, and the room got deeply quiet.

“If you want every time you look in the mirror to be a damage assessment, that’s your choice,” I said. “But I just don’t see what you see. If you ask me, life is too damn short, and I’ve got no time to be mourning, especially when a celebration is in order. My God, look at you.” The catch in my voice surprised even me.

She got up from the chair and crossed toward me, reaching down and slowly pulling her T-shirt back over head, dropping it to the floor. I marveled at the evolution of her body, its ascent over the years from naive to womanish, from brand-new to burnished by everything she knew, enriched by her ability to pay attention, to inhabit the moment with a lucky man. When she put her arms around me and kissed me, she felt like all a fella could handle, completely at home in the body in which we’d both been blessed.

Synopsis: The Vibratex Mystic Wand is a compact, cordless version of the Hitachi Magic Wand.

Eddy’s Review:What does the name “Magic Wand” conjure up in ones’ head? Well, for some women its’ response is “Wow!”, and for some it’s “Whoa Nellie!” Well, the people at Vibratex, just came out with a great new version called the Mystic Wand.

The Mystic Wand is a petite version of the Magic Wand, but has some extra special fun! The Mystick Wand is 8 ¼’ long and has a diameter of 1 7/8”. It is waterproof, cordless and has 6 varying vibration functions. The head of the Mystic Wand is made of silicone.

I was quite motivated to try out the Mystic Wand since involving the Magic Wand has not been part of my previous toy repertoire. The Magic Wand’s vibration is just too strong for me to play with. So, to my surprise and glee, when I turned on the Mystic Wand, I couldn’t believe how quiet it was. It went through 6 vibration modes; light, medium, high and the last 3 modes being different pulsations. I love pulsation, so the 5th setting was my personal favorite. The Mystic Wand takes 4 AA batteries, which gives it a pretty hefty vibration output.

The first time I played with the Mystic Wand I combined it with a Tantus silicone dildo, as The Mystic Wand is definitely a clitoral toy only. After enjoying the build up with the dildo, I added the Mystic Wand at the 5th setting and had the most fabulous orgasm ever! The pulsation pattern that I favor on the Mystic Wand hit just the right rhythm and spot to make me go over the top! The next time I used it, it was with my hubby. After being in the missionary position and having my hubby rub my g-spot area for some time, I added the Mystic Wand to our love making. The orgasm was just as intense as before, but it really created much more of a connection sharing my orgasm with my partner.

The Mystic Wand is a great item. It has quite a punch for its petite size. It also comes with a nylon/velveteen bag for storage (although the black velveteen fabric leaves traces on the white silicone head when you take it out). Even at its’ lowest setting, the Mystic Wand has a lot power. Having 6 vibration functions to choose from makes it a formidable option to have in your toy chest. And just like the Magic Wand, you could always use it for back muscle relief!

Freddy Say: I have to admit I’m a bit skeptical when it comes to the Hitachi Magic Wand. It’s SO powerful that I fear for my wife’s clitoris whenever she takes it out of the drawer (luckily, she uses it mostly for its intended purpose – back massage). Likewise, when we carried it at our retail store, we were loathe to sell it to customers unless they’d already used it for years and nothing else would work to get them to orgasm. Better to dial down the power with an Eroscillator or Layaspot, we’d reason. Why apply a jackhammer when all you need is a few light taps?

The Mystic Wand arrived and my wife was really excited to try it, despite my apprehension. To my relief, the device is a MINI version of the Magic Wand and can be dialed way down, unlike the Hitachi which only has two settings (“nuclear” and “armageddon,” as I like to call them), the Mystic has six, the top end being pretty darned powerful, yet not to the numbing degree of the Hitachi product. After watching her reach an out-of-this-world orgasm in only a few seconds, who was I to argue? And when she added a g-spot eruption with the help of her Tantus Vamp, I was practically bursting to get at her! Thankfully, the Mystic is compact enough to fit just right while making love. Oh, and it’s WATERPROOF. Need I say more?

In summation, this is a killer product, whether for clitoral masturbation, stimulation while using a dildo, or partner play. Get one. Now. For purchasing options, visit the Vibratex website here.

For a toy that measures a mere 2 3/4″ this sure comes in a large box. I have to admit though it did look seductive as I eyed the sleek silver case through the see through packaging part that allows to view the vibe before I finally couldn’t resist any longer and gave into the urge and ripped open the packet. What greeted me was a chic looking silver case that would easily pass as part of my make up kit once the top was in place. The lipstick vibe only requires one AA size battery and I did find myself wondering just how powerful it would prove. I soon found the answer to my question was more than I actually gave it credit for I’m happy to report. I couldn’t help but notice despite the powerful vibration, it was really quiet when running, my Hubby who was in the bedroom with me didn’t even notice I had it switched on. I did discover if I left it on my desk switched on and stood on it’s end it rotated and danced around so be warned if you decide to play with this in the office that you switch it off before putting it on the desk, should you get interrupted -)) Explaining why your lipstick is cavorting noisily around your desk might not be so easy!

Solo Play:

The size of this vibe is actually a plus as it allows for easy maneuverability but be warned as I mentioned earlier it does pack a pretty good punch for it’s size. If like me your not keen on direct clitoral clitoral stimulation then this is a toy you might really enjoy. Due to it’s sloped end I found I was able to easily position it between my inner and outer lips and tease the nerve that runs along the clitoral shaft, something I personally enjoy. This was a lot easier to slip and slide where I actually wanted it to be than it’s nearest counterpart the Rocket Pocket. Another advantage is this toy is actually pretty quiet when in use. There is no such thing as a silent vibe but this came pretty darn close even when I applied plenty of pressure. The vibrations are really intense for something so small and I quickly discovered adding it to anal play can add a whole new dimension to this toy . One word of warning, this is not a toy I would actually insert as it doesn’t have a flared base but the vibrations when just held at the anal opening are exquisite.

Partner Play:

Research partner at hand we began to explore this toy as we made love. He did comment on the fact that he found the fact that we had taken in effect a tube of lipstick to bed a little strange but he wasn’t complaining for long, moaning, maybe but complaining no -))Like many of the smaller vibes we soon discovered this made a perfect accompliment to intercourse. He also enjoyed the same type of anal stimulation I mentioned above with this toy. Like me he liked the fact that it was quiet although after a while the powerful vibrations in your hand can become a little uncomfortable. We found that by simply asking each other when and where it felt best we got the most pleasure for it. His comment before falling asleep was if real lipstick was this much fun every guy would want to wear it.

What’s it all add up to?

Who needs plastic surgery when you can get one of these for a little over $20? You sure won’t have pouted lips after you’ve tried this little gem that’s for sure. This is one of those rarer toys that actually lives up to the hype that surrounds it. You can get away with throwing it in your purse/makeup bag and passing it off as lipstick. Whether you chose to use it at home, in the office or when traveling, it’s discreet, packs a punch for it’s size and is a great shape. Couple that with the fact it’s quiet, looks stylish and girlie and you’re onto a winner for sure. Although this is a toy I generally use for solo play we still occasionally add it the repertoire when we make love as it makes for a nice change. Now everyone can and should look pretty in pink, even if it’s not really your shade!

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I Can’t Do This Anymore

“I can’t do this anymore.” Sheila murmured to herself. She had been clicking away at the keys on her computer for so long that her eyes were beginning to burn. Sheila had been a novelist for years. Publishing some of her best work in her college days, Sheila was on a new found mission to reinvent herself through her art, win a prestigious award from her efforts, and manage to maintain her sanity through it all.

She picked up her phone to check for any new messages she may have missed in the fray of character development and proper punctuation. She almost secretly hoped that her husband Francesco would have texted or reached out in some way. Lately their relationship had been on the edge of slight disaster. Sheila worked her ass off to try and make her marriage work and she was all aware of Francesco’s many attempts to make and keep her happy, but to no real avail.

Sheila didn’t quite understand what the problem between them had truly been much less where it started from. She noticed things were incredibly different one night watching a late movie on the couch. She groped Francesco’s large bulge underneath his sweats, not only because she was frantically hot for her man, but also because she knew it was his favorite thing for her to do during a good movie. But this time without so much as looking up from the screen Francesco simply slapped her hand aside. Sheila was so shocked and disturbed that she never mumbled a word; she just stood up slowly and walked into their bedroom where she fell asleep before he even checked in on her. What had she done wrong? That would be a question she would increasingly find herself asking herself; her mind, her culinary skills, and now her stroking? It was becoming more than obvious that the intense passion they once held for each other had somehow fizzled into a much less desirable flame.

Bored out of her mind, Sheila began to search through her computer’s history. Satisfied at how quickly she was able to retrieve the link this time, she let out a gasp of victory when the two lesbian lovers on the homepage of the website appeared on her expensive laptop screen. Sheila was a straight woman that did some experimenting in college like most people. While she never pursued a relationship or a casual sexcapade with another woman she was highly drawn to the idea. On most nights like tonight were she is left in the office to her own devices, she enjoys exploring the lesbian websites as she explores the wet folds between her legs before she goes to bed.

This night was different. Tonight her sexual frustrations were completely affecting her. The way those women on the videos looked as if they were in sheer ecstasy, taking one another with no remorse, no reverie. The gentle way they sucked and licked and kissed all over each other made Sheila burn inside in a way that she never had before. She wanted what she saw- ultimate pleasure. But she knew that her husband was in a mental/emotional place where they weren’t exactly connected and therefore Sheila wasn’t very interested in trying to have sex with her husband much less help him to orgasm. It had been so long before Sheila had a real orgasm. She pondered the thought as she softly tugged on her ready nipples. Sheila was just about to get into a serious groove when her phone began to gyrate in vibration on the mahogany work desk. Instead of answering her cell phone she used the phone to rub herself through her already soaking pajama pants. She had let her head fall backwards and began grinding against the feel of the awkward knot that was pressing against her concealed clitoris. On the video, the Latina lovers were 69’ing each other. The sweet sound of wet sloppy slurps combined with the heightened moaning of each woman, almost competing, sent Sheila into a whirlwind of nirvana. Completely consumed, Sheila unbuttoned the first four buttons of her pajama shirt, pulling it open to reveal her enormous cocoa covered breasts. Her nipples were erect and begging for pleasure. She put her phone back on the desk, never opening the flip phone to see who was calling; she then stuffed her left hand into her pants as her right hand, wet from the tip of her tongue, teased and tickled her nipples.

She began grinding against her fingers as they spread open her pussy lips and slid up and down her flowing pathway to make every each of her mound decadent and moist. She landed the tip of her middle finger directly under the hood of her clit and began to move it in a soft circular motion. Sheila felt insatiable. It seemed like the better it felt for her, the better it felt for the ladies on the screen. She was now slouching halfway out of her seat, jabbing deeper and deeper into her silky hole, making herself shake and curse violently, when the door to the office burst open.

“Sheila, I have been trying to call…” Francesco nearly yelled in curiosity before he was stopped dead in his tracks by the scene that he saw before him. He knew his wife was insatiable. Back in the day when they first got together that was one of his greatest attractions to her. She was vivacious and full of life and their love making was unlike anything he ever experienced with another woman, in the States or in his homeland of Puerto Rico.

Mortified and interrupted smack in the middle of a wildly intense orgasm, Sheila looked at her husband with the odd combination of sheer terror and absolute lust and release. No one spoke until the sounds of her climax and the sound of the ladies cumming into sheer perfection had subsided. For that entire moment Francesco was frozen in disbelief. It was as if he had just met his wife of ten years for the first time. He never heard of her talking about an attraction for women before, even when they were dating, so what he was witnessing in their home office that night literally stopped him in his tracks.

“Whenever you’re done, I guess, just meet me in the bedroom.” Francesco said in a breathy whisper before leaving the office.

When Sheila met her husband in the bedroom she couldn’t help but thinking worst case scenario. She also couldn’t help but notice how exceptionally put together her husband was that evening. Francesco, already an extremely handsome man; standing 5’10, short cut hair with deep waves, deep butterscotch tone, athletic physique, with the most beautiful golden eyes and Colgate smile you’d ever seen! Tonight he was wearing navy slacks, a purple dress shirt, and a tie that he had loosened that brought both colors together smoothly. She walked up to him and sat on the edge of the bed next to her man.

“So how long have you been doing what I just saw you do?” Was the best he could come up with, his mind still spinning from the sight of it all.

Sheila breathed deeply and prepared herself to be completely open with her husband. Yes, the marriage was in a rocky place but he was still her best friend and the head of her life. She didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of it than she thought it was so she just spilled it. Telling him of her lesbian desires and how it started when she was in high school. She and a dear friend fooled around with each other one night when they were sleeping over. She did some experimenting in college that only piqued her curiosity. After meeting Francesco her senior year she cut of those desires and decided to focus on their relationship. She also told him of how she felt that the fire between them had seemed to disappear all of a sudden and that’s what started the internet porn. She was very sorry for her actions and she never wanted to do it again, she just wanted their life back. After taking a long moment of silence Francesco told his wife that she had nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. He was so taken aback by catching her in the act, but he admitted that it was the hottest he had been for her in a long while. Telling her how he nearly forgot how sensational she was, and listening to the sounds of her climax nearly brought tears to his eyes and he watched her and remembered what it was like to make his wife sound like that. After a long talk they decided that bringing another woman into the bedroom for one night was probably the anecdote they needed to get the passion flowing back into their marriage in the way that they wanted.

Sheila started off excited. But after weeks of the both of them internet searching for a lover to no avail she began to get discouraged. Craigslist was popular for such encounters but it truly freaked Sheila out to know that something horrible could possible go wrong with the divine experience she was so graciously granted. After working on her novel late one night she climbed into the shower before pouring herself a half glass of wine and grabbing a chocolate almond bar from the fridge. She noticed missed messages on her phone from Francesco explaining his late night photo session and would be home as soon as he could. Even though she understood completely she couldn’t help but to instantly feel lonely at 11:40pm on a Friday night. She decided to go out instead of watch TV so she put on some make-up, moisturized and fluffed her natural curls that fell on her shoulders, and slipped on a little black dress that hugged her in all of the right places. Sheila was an amazingly beautiful dark skin, full figured woman; 5’6 petite frame, full coconut breasts, and thick legs and thighs that made her husband hard when he watched her oiling them down.

Sheila settled on a bar lounge that served THE best margaritas in the city. She took her place at the bar, ordered her drink, and began to people watch. She noticed how beautiful everyone looked. The DJ was playing all the right grooves. It didn’t take long for Sheila to order another strong margarita and let her inhibitions all the way down. She was moving back and forth with her eyes closed, drink in hand, straw in mouth, when she was interrupted by a voice seemingly whispering in her ear about the seat available next to her. When she open her eyes Sheila nearly creamed herself from what she saw. One of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen; slightly taller than her, toasted milky skin that wrapped around the thickest body she swore she’d ever seen, long flowing dark hair, and a smile that would make her dick hard if she had one.

“No one is sitting here, help yourself.” She responded. Sheila didn’t know necessarily why but she had a serious attraction to the exotic, Kardashian, Selma Hayek types.

“So, I’ve never seen you in here before.” The woman says after ordering the same drink Sheila had.

“First time for everything.” She responded making the woman smile. She found out that her name was Clementine, an amateur wrestler originally from Puerto Rico by way of the Bronx, NY. She told Sheila of her relocating to gain some peace and clarity in life. She had just started a new job at a consulting firm and was out celebrating. She was single with no children. They talked for what seemed like weeks; telling each other college stories, personal goals and achievements, and even sexual passions and desires. Three and a half hours, six more drinks, a couple of appetizers, and many laughs later, Sheila realized that Francesco was probably getting worried. But when she saw that there were no missed calls or messages on her phone she concluded that he was either still working or at home asleep on the couch with late-night take out on the end table.

“Sheila, I have to be honest with you.” Clementine said as she used her straw to swirl around the last bit of crushed ice at the bottom of her glass. “I want to go home with you.” She devilishly smiled as she put one hand on Sheila’s upper thigh. Without words Sheila smiled- not just because she felt the same way since Clementine sat down, but because she knew they had connected much deeper than just some random one night stand. There was a sincere mutual respect and attraction for one another. And since Sheila couldn’t help blurting out what happened in her office weeks ago after Clementine confessed to being bi-sexual, she knew the sexual intensity between them couldn’t be denied.

“Would you please excuse me?” Sheila smiled. “I have to run to the little girls room. I’ll be right back.” She said as she stood up from her seat. Before she walked away she leaned into Clementine’s ear and whispered, “Please don’t leave before I get the chance to make you cum.”

Sheila’s red hot heels were clicking feverishly on the way to the restroom. She bursted into a stall like a mad woman and pulled her phone from her clutch to text Francesco. ‘I found the one’. Was the conclusion of the illusive text. Before she left the stall her phone buzzed a response, ‘Bring her to me. J’

Sheila bit down on her lip with sensuous joy before checking herself in the mirror, reapplying lip gloss and a small squirt of perfume on her neck before returning to Clementine at the small booth they requested. The moment she received her husband’s okay, Sheila felt immediately empowered and in control. She simply looked her new lover deeply in the eyes as she took her hand to help her from her seat. When Clementine stood Sheila softly kissed her hand and said, “Follow me.”

After following Sheila in her car for a short while the ladies arrived at the Gomez’ home. Sheila unlocked the door to her fairly expensive home after noticing Francesco’s car was still not in the driveway. He was a photographer for both a major magazine and a website, so it wasn’t uncommon on some weekends were the shoots would take upwards of 6-8 hours at a time, most of those nights lasting into the wee hours of the morning. Because Francesco was aware of her burning need, she didn’t feel like she was about to cheat or be embarrassed because he wasn’t there yet. Sheila knew that she was going to try her best at fucking the shit out of the beautiful woman in her living room so that she would come crawling back for more.

“You have a beautiful home,” Clementine says picking up a photo from a lamp table, “and a fine as husband too.”

Sheila smiled, “Thank you. Listen, I’m gonna take a shower in the master bathroom if you’d like to join me.” She said handing her a half glass of wine. Of course Clementine accepted. In the shower Sheila marveled at how exceptional Clementine’s body was underneath her clothes. She had no ounce of fat in her midsection, but her tits and ass would make any conscious man want to marry her on the first date! Sheila rubbed her fleshy belly with a little shame. Clementine noticed and felt what Sheila was going through, so she turned the shower on after fixing the temperature and walked over to Sheila. She gently caressed Sheila’s face and said “You’re beautiful” before leaning down and kissing Sheila all over her round stomach. When she finished she led Sheila into the shower and grabbed her by both sides of her face before kissing her deeply. In the shower their soft lips and tongue danced feverishly. Sheila grabbed some soap and began to lather her new lover meticulously and Clementine did the same. Clementine turned Sheila around too plant kisses on her upper back as she spread Sheila’s legs and rubbed on her mound from behind. Sheila let her head fall back in ecstasy against her lover. Clementine groped Sheila’s left breast with one hand and kept rubbing on top of her juicy mound with just enough pressure to make her want more.

The bathroom door opened slowly as Francesco walked in. He had heard the women panting and moaning in pleasure the moment he entered in the front door. His dick was hard instantly even though he was tired in his body. His curiosity couldn’t keep him from slowly climbing the stairs and entering into the bathroom with much caution as not to disturb the reverie. Clementine noticed him first. She smiled her devilish smile and Francesco felt his dick jump through his pants towards her. He was not only mesmerized by how beautiful she was, but how beautiful the contrasting skin complexions were, the way the water moved on their bodies, the look of pure pleasure on his wife’s face as this woman seemingly fingered fucked her from behind. He took off his jewelry, tie, then his shirt, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Sheila heard the clinking of his watch hitting the sink when she opened her eyes and smiled at her soul mate. She could hardly wait to taste his dick and taste is exactly what she did when he entered the shower to join the ladies. She pushed him against the shower wall and tongue kissed him as she soaped his dick while Clementine fingered her own pussy as she watched. When Sheila went down Clementine lifted his chin towards her and whispered, “ HI, I’m Clementine” , before she joined his wife in sucking his shaft and tonguing his throbbing balls. He was so physically and emotionally excited that he hardly recognized the strangely new high pitched moaning that he was making. He didn’t care. It turned him on that they could do that to him and it turned them on that they could too.

He motioned for the ladies to stop and turned off the shower water. They all semi-dried off still nearly glued to each other then met on the bed where he sat on the edge as the ladies lay down. Sheila pulled back the hood over Clementine’s hairless mound and slurped on her clit. She sent her lover into an instant frenzy as if she was doing something very right. Licking and gently sucking on her clit she slid a finger inside of her pussy hole and made Clementine shiver and scream in an orgasm. Francesco had been rubbing himself all the while with one hand and fingering his wife from behind with the other. He could barely take it anymore; straddling his wife’s ass he put his juicy eight inch cock right at her searing pussy hole when she came all over self. He smiled and penetrated her slowly and deeply making the orgasm stretch beyond her ability to keep licking her lover.

They enjoyed each other in every way imaginable. When Clementine began to straddle Francesco the first time she made sure that her lover was ok with it. Sheila was warm and taken aback by the respect that Clementine still had for her, even after all of the intimacy they already shared. Sheila nodded at Clementine as she slid down his shaft and he let out a whimper even Sheila never heard before. She wasn’t at all jealous. She was intrigued. She sat in a chair across from the bed and played with her pussy as she watched the Latina woman ride her husband like a pure bred stallion. Sheila could tell that Clementine had full control over her inner muscles as she saw Clementine’s ass cheeks stiffen and tighten at all the right moments. Francesco gripped tightly to her massive and smooth derriere and bounced it up and down his dick with sweet rage. Before climaxing he threw her off of him, flipped her over and buried his face between those cheeks. Clementine began cursing and moaning in Spanish and it made him even more wildly ravenous. He called his wife to the bed to put her pussy In the woman’s face as he entered the new lover from behind. Each of them screaming and pulling and digging into each other’s pores like never before.

They had a few more encounters with Clementine before she moved again. After she left they no longer heard from her. And rightfully so. Their escapade with the island dream was merely a fulfilled fantasy. The real magic was between them, husband and wife, best friends forever. They had indeed found what they thought they had lost. And anytime life would try to interrupt their bliss with grief, one would go to the grocery store and buy a Clementine orange. They would sit together and smile as they shared the orange and let the tension fade away, just as they did the night sweet Clementine Sanchez offered her forbidden fruit for the couple to juice and enjoy.

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Synopsis: An elegant, remote control vibrator and pantie set that can be set to music or controlled via remote.

Freddy and Eddy’s Review: As one can imagine, being in the adult retail industry for OVER ten years (as of this writing in 2012), we’ve come across just about every variant of sex product even the most imaginative person could dream up. As such, we’ve penetrated, vibrated, massaged, titillated and otherwise stimulated just about every inch of each other’s bodies to the point where very little that comes along can surprise us (or indeed, even spark a little interest). Maybe it’s just old age creeping up on us, but we’ve definitely become a tad jaded over the years, relying on our tried-and-true favorites to provide the punch when needed.

In the remote control product category, most offerings fall into the “novelty” only column for us; usually, they are one speed, range is spotty, and some are so noisy as to prohibit usage in all but the loudest parties and/or clubs. Hence, outside of New Year’s, we rarely ever use them. Vibrating panties, for example, are fun for about five minutes before our female half usually grabs the remote away due to extreme numbness. We’re not trying to be discouraging, though, as even five minutes of excitement can lead to greater things down the road.

OhMiBod, who brought the world its first sound-activated vibrator, is the latest company to take a crack, so to speak, as remote stimulation. Their Club Vibe 2.OH is a discreet little package that packs quite a bit of promise into its small form. Recharge able via any USB port, the Club Vibe 2.OH is one of the few sex products to wow us and it not only provided lots of laughs out on the town, but also helped turn a boring Xmas party we attended into quite the event (more on that in a moment).

First, the skinny; the OhMiBod Club Vibe 2.OH is a two piece (three, if you count the included panty) unit, which comes apart from its egg shape into two halves (one being the remote, the other obviously the vibrator). It is operated via three buttons, one for powering on and off, the two others for switching modes and adjusting power levels. The beauty of this design is that the Club Vibe 2.OH can be used as a quite capable stimulator without considering the remote possibilities. Controls are straightforward and the range of vibrations are such that it makes a great little compliment to straight love making and/or it can function as a solo masturbation device if one so desires.

Where it really shines, however, is out and about and we had an astounding time playing with it all over the greater Los Angeles area! The remote is stated to work up to 15-20 feet away, but in real world use we found it to be much greater, at times able to activate all the Club Vibe 2.OH’s features from well over 30 feet. In just one example, we were attending a rather upscale holiday party and the remote was passed around to a few close friends to give a few little jolts to an unsuspecting Eddy. The Club Vibe has since made its way to a few electronic music venues, where the bass kept it clitoris thumping all night long. To sum things up, the Club Vibe 2.OH isn’t just a good variation of the standard remote control vibrator; it’s a revolutionary step forward in sex toy technology – period.

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Synopsis:Erotic spanking — whether giving or receiving — is one of the most exciting, arousing, and sensual experiences to enjoy. In this enticing collection, spanking enthusiast Rachel Kramer Bussel has assembled 22 tales of red-cheeked arousal. Whether being disciplined for naughtiness or simply because they crave the sting of a hand against flesh, the men and women in these stories revel in being bent over, paddled, punished, and possessed by their spankers. Those delivering the blows find extreme pleasure in pushing their bottoms’ buttons, making them — and the reader — tremble and quiver in anticipation as they await the next smack. Featuring stories by Alison Tyler, Sage Vivant, Stan Kent, Elizabeth Coldwell, Thomas Roche, and others, this sizzling collection offers tales so breathtakingly vivid that readers might find their own cheeks sore just from reading it.

Our Review:Spanking. I stop to wonder when I started to like it. Was it when I first was startled by the sudden thunder smack that sounded off my ass check as he thrust into me as I was bent over the couch arm? Or was it when the rush of pain came through to be acknowledged by my brain, only two seconds after his hand left my right cheek? No matter, it was pleasurable after the initial shock gasped from my mouth.

Spanking takes skill and trust between the two parties involved and this compilation of erotica stories really covers many different views of spanking. Whether you like to be the receiver or the one dishing out the spanking there will be a story or two for you!

I loved reading the Perfect Bound by Shanna Germain as the “librarian” style lady who runs a bookstore, but is actually the dom of spanking to the young men who come to see her to experience the pain from her hands. While Laser Tag by Madeline Glass had me at the edge of my seat as I read how an accidental run in at a concert could turn into a date of hot and heavy sex, making me imagine how I would long to be in this story. And yet, The Breeding Barn by L. Elise Bland made me go back to memories of having a fling with my younger boss. The titillation of imagining me being the dominant one over a younger man taking on my spanking and then having him fulfill me with his well pronounced sex made me want to go home and have sex with my husband at the drop of a hat. I think everyone who reads Spanked will get off in more ways than one. Happy reading….

Having sex in the weightlessness of outer space is the stuff of urban legends and romantic fantasy — but experts say that there would be definite downsides as well. Spacesickness, for instance. And the difficulty of choreographing intimacy. And the potential for sweat and other bodily fluids to, um, get in the way.

“The fantasy might be vastly superior to the reality,” NASA physician Jim Logan said here Sunday at the Space Frontier Foundation’s NewSpace 2006 conference. Nevertheless, Logan and others say the study of sex and other biological basics in outer space will be crucial to humanity’s long-term push into the final frontier.

“Sex in space is not just a good idea, it’s survival,” said Vanna Bonta, a writer who blends romance with space travel and quantum physics in the novel “Flight.”

Sex in the space environment has long been a source of rumor and speculation: Several years ago, one author claimed that NASA had conducted a study of sexual behavior during a space shuttle mission, sparking a quick round of denials. Today, NASA follows something of a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy on the subject — leading Logan to stress that he was not representing the space agency at Sunday’s panel discussion.

The subject is coming to the fore again now for several reasons — including next month’s publication of a book by Laura Woodmansee titled “Sex in Space,” as well as billionaire Robert Bigelow’s plan to host research into animal propagation on his commercial space modules.

After all, sometime in the next decade Bigelow Aerospace envisions putting a hotel complex in orbit, “where people will probably be recreating and having sex,” Bonta said.

Woodmansee said sex would be “the killer app of space tourism … because every couple who goes up there, or threesome or whatever their personal choice is, is going to want to try this.”

However, off-Earth romantics will have to cope with some practical challenges:

Sex in space would likely be “hotter and wetter” than on Earth, Bonta said, because in zero-G there is no natural convection to carry away body heat. Also, scientists have found that people tend to perspire more in microgravity. The moisture associated with sexual congress could pool as floating droplets.

The physics of zero-G make the mechanics of sex more complicated. Bonta said it was challenging even to kiss her husband during a zero-G simulation flight they took recently. “You actually have to struggle to connect and stay connected,” she recalled. Partners would have to be anchored to the wall and/or to each other. To address that need, Bonta has come up with her own design for garments equipped with strategically placed Velcro strips and zippers.

Although zero-G could be a boon for saggy body parts, Bonta said males might notice a “slight decrease” in penis size due to the lower blood pressure that humans experience in microgravity.

Romantics will also need to guard against the type of motion sickness that space travelers often encounter, especially if they get too adventurous right off. “Save the acrobatics for post-play vs. foreplay,” Bonta advised.

For all these reasons, Logan said spontaneous sex in space could be “a little underwhelming.”

“It’s a pretty messy environment, when you think about it,” he said. “And for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. However … I can well imagine how compelling, inspiring, and quite frankly stimulating choreographed sex in zero-G might be in the hands of a skilled and talented cinematographer with appropriate lighting and music.”

When the crowd tittered, Logan added, “I’m not kidding: Sex in zero-G is going to have to be more or less choreographed. Otherwise it’s just going to be a wild flail.”

Bonta suggested that a honeymoon space hotel could offer specially designed environments to enhance zero-G intimacy — for instance, “hydro rooms” filled with floating droplets of cool water or scented oil.

The issue of what happens after sex is, if anything, more crucial for those concerned about future generations of spacefarers. The animal studies conducted so far indicate that the “absence of gravity loading would cause all kinds of problems” for fetal development, Logan said.

For example, Russian studies with pregnant rats showed a 13 to 17 percent arrest in the development of nearly every area of the fetal skeleton in zero-G, he said. Logan also noted that the proper formation of neural connections — a process that continues even after birth — requires movement under gravity loading. Immune functions are also compromised in microgravity.

Logan isn’t worried so much about the early weeks of pregnancy, but he said studies have shown that gravity should play a significant role for human fetuses after about 26 weeks of gestation.

“This has significant implications for the colonization of the solar system,” he said. Multigenerational life might be impossible without at least some gravity.

How much gravity?So how much gravity is enough? The one-sixth gravity of the moon, or the one-third gravity of Mars? So far, no one knows, Logan said.

“We still do not have an inkling of what the ‘gravity prescription’ is,” he said. “Think of gravity as a medication. We don’t know the dose, we don’t know the frequency, and we don’t know the side effects.”

Cosmic radiation in the space environment is another worry surrounding fetal development in space — and Logan said there may be a synergistic relationship between radiation and the ill effects of zero-G on the fetus. The unknowns are of such great concern that, given the current state of our knowledge, pregnancy in space would be “very dangerous,” he said.

The efficacy of oral contraceptives in space is also a subject of concern, Woodmansee said, particularly because studies involving other types of medications indicate that drugs aren’t absorbed as readily in space as they are on Earth.

Beyond the romance, more researchLogan as well as Woodmansee called for more research into how biological processes work in reduced-gravity environments — not just in the near-weightlessness of the international space station, but also on research satellites that can reproduce one-third or one-sixth gravity. Only then can scientists figure out how much gravity will be required to keep space-dwelling romantics alive for the next generation.

“If you can’t figure out how to ‘bioneer,’ you’re not going anywhere,” Logan said.

But if humanity can figure out how to live and reproduce in space, it would represent a giant leap — not only for lovers, but for evolution as well, Woodmansee said.

“Our children and our grandchildren, et cetera, will be space aliens,” she said. “They will change how humans are. They will be different from us in some way. Maybe if we are really going to go into space, these are good adaptations, but they’re going to be painful, I think, in any case. It’s disturbing, but it’s something that we need to think about if we are truly going to be a spacefaring civilization and settle the galaxy.”